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“I can’t,” I pant, crumbling around him again. The rapture is almost too much, but I need him to come inside me more than I need to breathe.

His hand finds my tits, alternating rubbing and twisting my nipples until I can’t take anymore, so sensitive and awakened.I’m a throbbing ball of nerves, pleasure unwound around his massive cock.

“Hudson,” I scream, pushing back into him as I come so hard my lower ab muscles jump. My elbows nearly fail me, my arms shaking as hard as my body.

He thrusts into me, flesh smacking and screaming something unintelligible as he floods me with hot waves of cum. I suck in every bit of the bliss he bestows. Waiting to give my virginity to this man is the best decision I’ve ever made.

Chapter Eleven

HUDSON

Breaking glass. Crashing wood. I awaken with a jump. Chaos fills the cabin, the kind of clumsy chaos that only comes from one type of visitor.

“Motherfucker!” I scream, jumping to my feet, eyes narrowing. “Get out of here. Now!”

Hadleigh gasps, covering herself with one of the blankets, still reclining on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“Go!” I holler, sprinting for the lights. I flip the switch, and Hadleigh lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

A fat bear sticks halfway through the broken window, clumsily trying to break and enter and failing miserably. It would almost be cute if my bugout bag and handgun weren’t on the other side of the room. I yell again, but he doesn’t look remotely phased by the noise or the lights.

His eyes are on the leftover stew and brown bread still poised on the table. The midnight snack we devoured after hours spent consuming each other. I should’ve known better than to leave it out, especially with the broken window.

“What do we do?” Hadleigh asks, standing next to me.

“Get in the bedroom. Lock yourself in,” I order, weighing my odds of reaching my bugout bag before he gets me. If I can getoff one shot, from the handgun stowed in my pack, it should be enough to deter the bastard.

“No, Hudson,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

“Woman—”

“Don’t you woman me. We face this together, like we did the river, the gorge, and the storm.”

Not ready to fight with her, I scream at the bear. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“Pots and pans?” Hadleigh asks, eyes darting towards the kitchen. It’s closer to the struggling bear than I want either of us to get. But the percussive sounds might work.

I lunge forward, grabbing a couple she set out earlier when rifling through the cabinets. We beat and bang on them, hollering and raising a ruckus. The combined metallic sounds finally get his attention. The large ursine backs out of the opening, scraping down the side of the outer cabin wall with his long claws.

Hadleigh covers her mouth, shaking from head to toe. “Oh my God,” she whimpers, hugging herself.

“The smell of the food,” I explain. “I should’ve known better. We’re in the thick of bear country, both black and grizzly. They will always come looking for food up here.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me.

She looks up at me, her body shaking. “Was that a black or a grizzly bear?”

I shake my head. “Hard to tell with only half his body through. Grizzlies tend to be bigger with a hump along their shoulder. They’re often a lighter color, though not always. I didn’t see enough of that one to know for sure, but I’m guessing black bear as they’re less timid about getting into people’s shit.”

“As fun as this wildlife adventure has been,” Hadleigh says, still trembling. “I’m ready for a nice, hefty dose of civilization. Please tell me you live in Alpha Ridge Creek.”

I open my mouth to answer, but she cuts me off.

“No, that’s right. You said you live in a cabin on fifty acres. God, Hudson, I don’t know if I want to live in a place that remote.”

“If it makes you feel any better, my cabin isn’t getting ransacked by bears at night. Do I need to be careful about trash and stuff like that? Yes, but you’d have to deal with the same shit in Pensacola, Florida, Lake Tahoe, Yosemite, countless places across the U.S.”

“Yeah,” she says, sighing slowly. She runs a hand over her face, still catching her breath. “That scared the shit out of me.”

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